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The sun was fading behind the mountain, the light reflecting off of the lake in front of him. It created colors that were vibrant and something that reminded him of Abby. A lot of things reminded him of her lately. They go places, and sometimes he would have to act like he had a headache. All because things reminded him of her. Her beauty, her attitude, her smile. All the things he loves about her, and hadn't seen for months. Three long months, and he didn't know how she was doing, or even if she was still working at NCIS. He didn't know if the team was holding up, didn't know what he would come back to. That was still months off though. No one knew how long it was before he would crack this op. No one knew how long he had to keep dealing drugs to teenagers looking to make sports team, and become school legends. To Marines who didn't quite cut it anymore.

It could never end fast enough.

Gibbs had seen teens dying on the streets from drug overdoses, and he couldn't help but feel responsible. Even though those weren't the drugs he was dealing, he still felt like it was his fault. He couldn't turn and change his mind. He was deep undercover, deeper then anyone else had gotten before. He had made allies and had people who trusted him. No one even had a hint that he was working for NCIS. He had hidden his 'cop' exterior with ease. From the moment he stepped into the room with his future 'friends', they had trusted him. He had always wondered why, but never questioned it. He just went along with it, and hoped that they would never figure out that he couldn't be trusted.

Slowly but surely Gibbs climbed his way up the ladder, passing people who had been working for this group far longer then he had. Someone liked him. He had yet to climb his way up to standing under the 'leader'. He had never even seen this man face to face before. He didn't even know his name. It was all hush hush about him, something everyone learned quickly. No one knew who this man was, and there were no questions about it. Someone asked a question, they turned up dead in the river; their faces so abused no one could tell who they were. It was just common sense to mind you own business. If you didn't, you'd never be seen wandering the streets again. Most people preferred to stay alive, while others let the curious side get to them. Gibbs had lost undercover agents that way. They had been stupid, even after he told them to keep their noses down. He'd go visit their families once he was out of this op. It was the least he could do.

Technically Gibbs should be someone cutting the drugs by now, but he was so street smart that instead he was chosen to lead the drug dealers. It was due to the fact that he had only been busted once, and that one time was only to maintain his cover. It would get to suspicious if he had never even been busted once. So the cops arrested him, then let him go several hours later. He had been greeted by some people higher up the ladder. They were impressed by how sneaky he was. They all had been curious on how he got rid of the drugs fast enough. With that said he lifted his shoe and showed a secret compartment in the bottom of it. The cops hadn't bothered to check his shoes. Well, the outside of them anyways. That made him highly regraded. and boosted him up the ladder once more. He still remained on the street though, watching over all the stupid 'ones'. He was allowed access to more discreet parts of the organization, and met some of the higher up people. Still not the one he wanted though.

Gibbs would meet that man face to face one day, and hopefully it wasn't with a gun in his own face. Hopefully he wasn't going to be begging for his life. He only needed to blend in for a few more months. He only had to survive for that long. He would see his 'family' again, and that he vowed. He would hold Abby in his arms, he'd head slap McGee and DiNozzo, he'd have those rare thoughtful conversations with Ziva. He needed to get back to the team, and his family. They were all he had left, and for that he was grateful. Some people didn't even have something that could take place of what they didn't have. Some when through life seeing what he had, and wished they were him. Even if they were a dysfunctional family. All that mattered was that he had them. That's all he could wish for.

With a sigh Gibbs got out of the van, scanning the roads for the familiar SUV he was supposed to be meeting. He was picking up some new dealers. They had lost a few from a drive by last week, so a new 'shipment' was coming in. It was a procedure that Gibbs had come familiar with, and he knew the car that would drop them off, far to well. Who knew how old the people coming in were going to be. Sometime teens fresh out of high school popped up, but they were far and in between. His deepest fear was getting a kid still in school, someone who couldn't survive on the streets for a long time. They would come and go. Luckily he hadn't seen that in all of the months he had been here. He was hoping that he would never have to see that. Slowly but surely the SUV with the new group made its way towards him.

Smiling, Gibbs hugged the man who was 'delivering' the new group. It was fake, but as usual the man didn't seem to notice. Both of their muscles were rigid, and it was probably due to the fact that they both hated seeing new young people coming in. It was their jobs though, and they had to live with it. At least for now. It seemed like this man was also undercover, probably trying to take down a different organization. It would make sense. It could explain why he was always as tense as himself, and why he looked sad when the young ones came in. With that being said, he could become a useful ally in the future. One would have to come out to the other though, and Gibbs wasn't planing on doing that anytime soon.

They said no words to each other, they had an unspoken relationship. So when a young teen stepped out of the SUV, a younger boy clutched in his arms, they both said nothing. With one look they both knew what the other was thinking. It was going to happen sometime, and Gibbs wished that it would have never happened. Here was young teen only fourteen or fifteen, with a younger boy maybe four or five, asleep in his arms. They both were going to be corrupted by this business, if they weren't already. They looked as if they had been on the streets for their whole lives. And that was probably not far from the truth.

"What's your name kid?" Gibbs asked once the teen made his way towards him. The boy just looked up at him, a deep sadness lurking in his hazel eyes. This kid had seen death.

"Peter, and this is Michael." He said clutching the small child closer to his chest. He was scared, and he was trying very hard not to be. This kid had been through a lot, and he knew how to act on the street. And that was to never show any fear. You'd get eaten alive if you did.

"Alright, come on."

Peter followed Gibbs to the van where he took seat in the back, away from all of the other dealers. There was only two other dealers, so he got the whole back seat to himself. He never did put Michael down, not for the whole hour drive back to the building. The other dealers laughed to themselves as they talked about how big this drug cartel was, and how much money they were going to make. Mostly to spend on hookers. Gibbs looked back to Peter a few times, only to see he had a glazed over look; one you only got when you were blocking out everything. The arrived back at the 'organization', and everyone was assigned their area.

Luckily some of Gibbs' roommates had been moved, and the kids were assigned to him. He was supposed to watch over them, make sure they didn't get into trouble. Apparently the leader of the cartel didn't really trust kids, something about them giving over information a lot easier. Basically, he was their babysitter, and he had to act like he didn't like it. But inside he was glad that he could protect the kids from some of the horror that this job initialed. He couldn't imagine what it would be like as a child. It was bad enough as an adult, and it must be a lot worse as a kid.

"You'll sleep here." Gibbs said pointing to a bed across from his. Peter nodded and laid Michael down on the bed, trying not to wake his brother. The kid was still sleeping, he must be tired. The road back here hadn't been an easy one. It was full of bumps, and pot holes. "How old are you?" He quickly said trying to break the ice. He sat down on his bed in the process.

"Fourteen..." Peter said slowly, he was going to test Gibbs. He couldn't really blame the kid, most people in this business weren't exactly trustworthy.

"Your brother?"

"Four, almost five."

Peter wrapped one of the blankets over his brother, moving to tuck the young boy in. It was obvious Peter was tired to, but he wasn't going to sleep until he made sure the younger boy was safe. It was something that warmed Gibbs' heart. It made him wish that he'd had someone to look after when he was younger. It might have taught him some well needed qualities younger.

"Lights out in five!" Someone shouted from the hallway, and Peter turned to look at Gibbs with a curious look. He didn't know how things around here worked.

"Rules. That's something you've got to learn to respect here." Gibbs said starting to explain things to him, Peter nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Lights out at ten every night, unless you have the night shift on the streets. You eat, and sleep when they tell you to. Follow orders, and mind your own business. The leader of the group is not to be questioned, and never ask what his name is. Don't speak unless asked to, and you should be okay." Gibbs gave it all to the kid in one shot, and he seemed to absorb it in one shot. He was used to these kind of things.

The lights shut off before Peter could respond, and he took that as if he shouldn't speak. Gibbs laid down, and listened to him shuffle around. His soft snoring entered the older mans ear, and he found it easier to sleep after that.


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